The Loss. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

A loud cry from the little child
And it is so loud as if someone dead
When I knew the thing it was strange
A homegrown wild rabbit escaped
From the beautiful cage they kept in
The children gave grass, leaves plenty
And played near always asking questions
The elders felt happy with the rabbit
And all amused in getting such a guest
But one day morning it disappeared
Telling the world my freedom is important.